Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
UT,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.